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Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mozhi didn't talk for too long, they were asked by the director to take the show and try again, and then started shooting.

In the quiet room, Yan Qingchi has entered the role of Meng Luo, sitting on the sofa and looking at the man in front of him, he asked, "Did you drink water?"

Jiang Motuo, no, it should be said He Yu, at this moment is staring at him seriously, with a calm tone, "No need."

Meng Luo just poured himself a cup.

They sat down across the coffee table, Meng Luo's expression was very relaxed, and his voice was also very nice. "Are you doing anything to me?"

Contrary to him, He Yu had a serious face, "Where are you on the evening of September 30?"

"I'm with my classmates."

"singing?"

"Correct."

"Hongguang Road?"

"Correct."

"Why did you choose such a time to go to KTV at Hongguang Road to sing?"

"Because it happens to be on the 11th holiday, everyone wants to relax and go there because the KTV is the cheapest."

He Yu raised his lip angle, but his words were gentle, but his words were firm. His eyes were sharp and his color was aloof. He said, "You lie."

Meng Luo looked at him in astonishment and innocence, seemingly puzzled why he said so.

His eyes were very clean, reflected in He Yu's eyes, like a Wang Quan. He Yu was looked at by such innocent and innocent eyes, and he could only sigh in his heart: at a young age, his mind was so deep.

He Shen said: "You choose there only to get closer to Xu Jiao."

Xu Jiao is the third dead.

He looked at Meng Luo and slowly put out the evidence he had collected little by little.

Meng Luo heard that there was no change in his expression. He just drank his saliva and calmly said, "This is just your guess."

He was too calm and calm, but such calmness was abnormal.

"Before Xu Jiao died, the skin fragments of the murderer were left in the nails. You can test it with me to see if it is the same."

Meng Luo glanced at him, took another sip of water, still calm tone, "what else can prove?"

"What do you say? Meng Luo."

Meng Luo smiled. The gentle look was very beautiful. He put down the glass in his hand and the tone was clear. He said, "He Yu, you are very smart. You are smarter than anyone I have ever met."

Jiang Mozhi clearly felt that the temperament of Yan Qingchi had changed.

He looked at him, "No more?"

Meng Luo still looked like a chuckle, "It's boring to pretend, isn't it?"

He leaned back slightly and leaned forward, looking directly at He Yu, his eyes full of contempt and pride.

That's something He Yu hasn't seen before. It's different.

He said, "You're right, I killed her, I killed them."

"You use Zhou Fang, treat him as your chess piece, help you kill people, and at the same time become your cover umbrella, hide yourself behind the truth, and look at all this quietly. Poor Zhou Fang always feels that you are just a Ignorant, simple, unsuspecting student. "

"Yeah, so he's stupid. I don't use him, I'm so sorry for sending him to me."

"Why?" He Yu asked him, "Why kill your father, isn't he your biological father?"

Meng Luo heard the words, was silent for a moment, and did not speak. His affection was quiet. He lowered his head and his long eyelids slowly dropped, covering him with a layer of solitude and hesitation. He sat idly for a moment, slowly got up, expressionless, but made him feel indifferent and proud. He looked at He Yu, then reached out his hand, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

His fingers were long and fair, and he looked good.

His eyes were calm, and then he turned his back and slowly dropped the shirt from his shoulders. He did not take off all but just half of it, but this was enough to make He Yu startled, in his On the back, on the pale skin, there are scars, scars of different shades caused by different methods.

Meng Luo's voice passed softly and cleanly into his ears. "These children just stayed with them for a year or two, and it became like that. Then, what about me who was brought up by his hand from childhood?"

He tilted his head slightly, looked at He Yu, his eyebrows fluttered, and smiled. He said, "Oh, from the consciousness, I was thinking about a question, why should I live? But I didn't do that later. "Thinking," his smile deepened, and it was bright and gorgeous against the sun shining through the window. "Because," he said softly, "I began to think, why would he live?"

He Yu felt for a moment that he was severely hit. He looked at the boy in front of him, and for a moment, he didn't say anything.

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Meng fell in place, silently re-fastened the button, turned to face He Yu, raised the water cup, looked down at the policeman representing justice and the law in front of him. He drank water and asked gently "Did you come to catch me?"

He Yu slowly spoke, "Yes."

"It's not a shame to be arrested by you," he whispered, "but you don't know me too much."

He Yu smelled danger from this sentence. He looked at the calm and silent appearance before him, and under the gentle smile hidden the young boy with blood, suddenly focused his eyes on the glass in his hand and snatched it away. .

Unsure, he asked, "What did you do."

"He Yu," Meng Luo looked at him, exuding the publicity and spirit of the young man. He looked at him, and there was irresistible arrogance and contempt in his eyebrows. He said, "I will not let myself be controlled by others. Now, when I was 18 years old, I told myself that I would not let myself be controlled by others. "

He sat down slowly, leaned on the sofa, folded his legs, and looked like a master in the big picture.

He Yu approached him, gritted his teeth and asked him, "What have you done? What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?"

He Yu gritted his teeth, and his feelings became stronger and stronger. He reached out and took out his mobile phone to dial 120. However, just after the call was dialed, Meng Luo calmly heard: "It's useless, there is no time left."

He Yu reached out and wanted to open his jaw to help him induce vomiting. But it was too late, because Meng Luo had begun to react, his face was pale, and his hands were shaking.

He Yu reached out to help him, and hated, "What the **** are you doing!"

Meng fell on his arm, and his eyes could not be opened. He wanted to say that he could not see the world, so he would not let the world insult him. He wanted to say that he had once read Tagore's sentence: Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. He is destined not to flourish like summer flowers in his life, so he only wants to wither as autumn leaves.

But he couldn't open his mouth anymore. He closed his eyes and left the world quietly without struggle.

He Yu looked at the young man with no breath in his arms. If he ignored the blood in the corner of his mouth, he seemed to be asleep. At that moment, He Yu had mixed feelings in his heart. He used to think that this quiet and introverted young man was poor, and he also thought that this thoughtful executioner was terrible. But now, he closed his eyes forever, his face was calm, just like his usual day. It feels the same, so youthful and harmless.

Every fall of life makes He Yu sad. The duty of the police is to save as many lives as possible, rather than watching it fall in front of him.

He Yu gently lifted him up, put him on the sofa, and then called his team member.

"Card." Director Wang was satisfied. "Yan Qingchi, you played well."

Yan Qingchi got up from the sofa, spit out the plasma in his mouth, and smiled at Wang Dao, "Thank you, director."

Jiang Mosong was still immersed in the emotions in the play. Now he saw him sitting up and looking at himself with a smile, but for a moment, he felt a little surprised.

Because it focuses on the filming of Meng Luo's home, the following scenes are still related to Yanqing Pond. Yan Qingchi watched the cut-outs in his drama, only felt that according to this progress, he would focus on shooting, and he estimated that he would be killed in a few days. He thought of it here, and he was reluctant for a moment, and he didn't know whether he was reluctant to take the role or to some people.

He was stunning here, and Guan Mei sent a message, telling him that he would be able to kill the youth after one week of the play. friend! "This variety show, at the same time in the middle of next month into the" Mianmian Marshmallow "crew.

Yan Qingchi looked at the five words "Mianmian Marshmallow", his hands were shaking, "Idol drama?" He asked.

"Yes." Guan Mei returned to him, "IP adaptation, you play the second man, the person is good, the man and you also know, old friend."

Yan Qingchi is a little bit embarrassed. Do you know him? Or an old friend? "Who?"

"Wei Lan." Guan Mei was straightforward.

Yan Qingchi had nothing to say for a moment. He thought about it. Except for Jiang Moyu and his family, he seemed to have known and talked to Wei Lan for several days.

"Does Wei Lan know?" He asked.

"I don't know about it, you can ask him."

Forget it, Yan Qingchi can already think of what Wei Lan would look like when he knows it. It is estimated that he will go out laughing and tell him that Feng Shui is taking turns, you have today! Come, Yan Qingchi, wash your father's feet!

So, "Why did you choose this show?"

"Why else, of course, because this drama can be seen with the naked eye!" Guan Mei gave him an analysis. "Now there are only a few people in the circle who can sell the show. Wei Lan is one of them. This kind of IP adaptation, There is a fixed book powder, so investors are willing to invest, TV stations are also willing to buy, and idol dramas are good stars, it is also easy to create people, explosive dramas, you do n’t just need popularity now, it ’s the most suitable for this kind of performance. ”

Yan Qingchi watched her type a lot of text and replied, "OK, I see."

"That's it, I'll pick you up then."

"it is good."

Yan Qingchi received his mobile phone and felt deeply that he was really going to kill him.

During dinner in the afternoon, Yan Qingchi told Jiang Moyu about his fast killing. Jiang Moyu previously told him that when he planned the next work, he was about to kill Qing, but now he said that killing two In a word, he was inexplicable, and then said: "It's almost time, and the time for you to sign this show will be less than a month."

"Guan Mei picked me up for a variety show and idol drama."

"I know, I've seen it."

Yan Qingchi sighed. "Suddenly I am not used to changing places."

Jiang Mo sniffed and teased, "Why, can't bear me?"

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